"Yes, Sir," she gasps. "Yes... Perfect for you. Keep going. My pussy, please."
I let the flogger wander lower, gently slapping her cunt with the tassels and letting her feel their sting - pleasant for now.
"Who owns you?" I ask her softly, caressing her mouth.
She opens her eyes, and if I wasn't a gone man before, I sure as fucking hell am now. She's got the sweetest, most submissive look on her face. As sweet as her dirty little cunt.
"You do," she promises me in a whisper. "I'm yours."
I hit her now, the flogger making her hiss as it connects with one nipple after the other.
"Who owns this body?" I ask her.
"You do," she moans. "It's all yours, Sir."
I circle the flogger along her cunt. "You want me to fuck you, princess?"
"Yes," she gets out. "Yes, fucking please."
"Cum," I order her, and she does as I slap her clit with the flogger.
She looks so fucking stunning when she comes apart it messes with my plans. I let the flogger fall to the ground and for the first time, I remember we're not alone.
I look up at everyone staring at us. Those horny faces, the men hoping for a turn, the women wishing they could join. And I scream at the top of my voice.
"Fucking get out of here."
In the silence that follows, I know my exhibitions are over. I've made her submit. I've broken her. But now she's all fucking mine.
I rip my clothes off as Cara convulses in her orgasm on the chair and Filippe starts leading people outside with an apologetic smile. I ignore the glances being thrown over shoulders, the loud protests as people are rushed and ushered out of the fucking house.
I'm too fucking hard to even think about us being alone. I lift her off the seat and sit down myself, placing Cara on my lap.
"Ride," I order her in a rough, hoarse voice. "Fucking ride me, sweetheart."
She lets out a sweet, needy moan as she sinks that pretty cunt on my cock. She starts moving her hips and it feels like magic sparking between us. She's got my cock so deep I can feel a wall on every side of me, her pussy devouring me as she rides, her thick juice spilling down my groin.
I've never seen her like this. So out of control, so beautiful, so fucking vulnerable at the same time. She rides like she was made to do this, even though she's so fucking clumsy it's cute as she tries to get my dick deeper inside her.
"You're fucking perfect, princess," I tell her roughly. "Fucking perfect."
She nuzzles her mouth against my neck just as I hear the front doors of the house closing. We're alone now. She's passed my test and she's my perfect little toy now, always mine.
My fingers tighten along her leash and I tug on it every few seconds, making her gasp desperately every time. She's so damn perfect I just want to spill everything I have inside of her, but I keep holding myself back. I can't let go yet, need to watch her ride me for a while longer, because this is a memory I'll remember forever.
"Mason," she whispers, and my skin prickles with goosebumps.
I don't correct her, not this time. We're alone now, but even then, I might've scolded her for not saying Sir. Not today though, not right now. My real name feels fucking perfect on her slutty lips.
"Mason, please," she begs now. "Cum inside me. I need you filling me up or I'm going to lose it, please, Sir, please..."
I grab her hips and start fucking her harder than ever, making her gasp so loudly it sounds like she's screaming.
"Good fucking girl," I growl in her ear. "Such a good girl for me, keep going, let me fill that pretty pussy up, let me come undone in that cunt, sweetheart."
"Please, Mason," she's breaking down, I can feel it.
I tug on her leash again, really fucking gently this time because she makes me want to be careful with her. She seems so fucking vulnerable sometimes, I'm worried I'm just going to break her.
And then she comes apart, starting to cry the moment she cums, sobbing and gasping for air as my cock swells impossibly, pulsing inside her tightness.
"Fucking please," she keeps saying. "Please, Mason, more, don't stop, I'm gonna pass out."
My arms wrap around her, I'm fucking worried but I can barely stop myself now. She moves her lips to mine fervently, barely able to suck a kiss from my mouth.
"Don't stop," she whispers. "Don't stop fucking me if I pass out, Mason."
"Jesus," I groan against her mouth, feeling myself starting to spill inside her little hole, long ropes of cum shooting from the tip of my cock and painting her pussy from the inside. "Jesus Cara, are you okay?"
She yelps when I cum inside her, and for the last time, whispers a 'please' against my lips, and then she goes fucking limp in my arms.
I feel her heartbeat, I know she's fucking fine, but my conscience won't let me keep pounding inside her. But my cock has a different idea and as hard as I try to make myself stop, I can't anymore.
I finish inside her, so damn needy I hold her up with one hand and jack my cock off inside her cunt with the other. She comes to with a little mewl, desperately trying to kiss me as I shower her in my cum.
I can barely move by the time I'm done, her used cunt dripping on my groin with every breath we take together, my cock still rock hard inside her.
"Your cunt is mine," I whisper against her mouth. "You're fucking mine, Cara."
"Yes," she promises me, sliding down my cock one last time and milking the last few drops with her impossibly tight, swollen pussy. "All yours."
Sixteen
Cara
1 month ago
It’s been a week since the exhibition and Mason’s fucked me every day since. He’s made me cum more times than I can count, and it seems like the man always has something new in store for me, making me cum in so many ways I never imagined existed.
It’s one of the last steamy hot summer days, and we’re lying by the pool.
His hands are trailing over my body, gently soothing the welts he put into my skin the night before. I stretch out for him like a kitty cat, my naked body glistening from the heat of the day.
"Cara," Mason mutters against my ear, and I arch my back, mewling softly because I want to get closer to him, but his firm grip on my hips won't let me budge an inch. "I want to try something very special with you today."
My eyes fly open and I look into his handsome face. His features are shadowed and the sun beats into my eyes over his shoulders. He's like a god, my own Hades, and I want to be his Persephone even if it means I'll be dragged to the depths of hell for him. "What is it?" I ask softly, a little bit worried even though I already know I'm going to agree to whatever is on his mind. Maybe that's why I'm scared.
"Do you trust me?" he asks me, and I let my body go soft and willing in his arms as he waits for his answer. I think about the question for a little while, letting it simmer in my mind. Do I trust him?
I would let him hurt me, and I have. I know he knows what my limits are better than I do.
I would let him fuck me mercilessly, until I pass the fuck out, and I've done that too.
I would let him love me, and treasure me, and punish me as he saw fit, and I've done that the most.
"Yes," I reply simply, and there is not a doubt in my mind that what I'm saying is the truth.
"Good," he says, his fingers trailing over my collarbone, down the sensitive skin of my stomach and over my tits, making my nipples pebble and my lips part in a desperate gasp for more. "That's good, cara mia. We need that for what we're about to do."
Suddenly, he grips my neck hard and picks me up as if I weigh nothing. I let out a surprised gasp, but apart from that, I let him do whatever he wants with me. My body goes slack in his arms and makes me feel like a puppet. I'd gladly place my strings in his hands. I trust this man with my life.
I had been lying on the warm tiles by the pool, but he puts me on my knees and I obediently cross my hands at the wrists behind my back. His hand doesn't leave the back of my neck and I open my mouth needily, stick
ing my tongue out. I want a taste of him, need a shot of Mason down my throat. But he doesn't do what I expect him to, doesn't fill my mouth with a hot load of his cum. Instead, he forces my head down and makes me look at my reflection in the pool.
"Such a pretty slut," he mutters, and I whimper, looking at our image in the pool. "I don't want to hurt you today, Cara. You understand that, don't you?"
"Yes," I whisper back, my eyes going to his, full of trust and love.
"Good," he says soothingly, and I offer him a tentative smile. He smiles back and smoothes down my hair.
Then, he plunges me face first into the pool in front of me.
My first instinct is to panic. I open my mouth and I scream in the water, letting all the oxygen out of my lungs and filling them with water instead. He pulls me out by my hair and I gasp and cry at the same time, taking grateful lungfuls of air through my mouth and gasping through the sobs wracking my body.
"Don't panic," he tells me calmly. "Just be a good girl, Cara. I'm not trying to hurt you, you know that, right? I won't let anything happen to you."
"Yes," I manage to get out, but I'm still sobbing. Sobbing like a fucking animal, scared and raw and vulnerable because I'd thought we'd done anything and everything, and he keeps throwing all this stuff at me, stuff that scares me and stuff that makes me scream and stuff that tests limits I didn't think I had. "Yes, I-I know you won't."
Mason leans his body against mine and I relax, feeling his muscles strain against my skin. "Want to try again?" he asks me gently, and I start nodding almost hysterically, unable to stop myself. "Okay, baby girl. Relax, nothing bad is going to happen, I promise."
He plunges me back into the water, slower this time. I open my eyes inside the pool but I don't panic this time. I try to save my breath even though panic is threatening to tear down all the walls inside my head. My heart pumps into overdrive and I'm panicking again, so fucking scared I kick my legs out on the surface.
He pulls me out and I sputter and scream.
"See, what a good fucking girl you are," he coos at me and I stop crying, I just listen to his voice, and I need it, and I need him, and I need more of this awful torture. What does that make me? I'm a fucking masochist, I'm fucked up, I'm broken.
And I don't give a hell.
"Please," I beg. "Do it again, do it again."
"Okay, pretty thing," he promises softly, and my head goes into the water again.
This time, instead of letting the panic take over, I try to hold on to the feeling I had before I came up for air last time. That fleeting but oh-so-precious moment of pure bliss before he lifted me out of the water. I cling to it and let it take over me, wrapping in its gauzy fingers.
And then Mason pulls me out again, and instead of screaming and crying and begging, I let out a long moan that makes him chuckle.
"That's a good fucking girl, cara mia," he tells me, his hand tugging on my hair, hard. "Time to see if my little plaything's getting wet, don't you think so?"
I mewl in response, and my legs part of their own accord as he reaches between my thighs. My cheeks burn up in embarrassment because I know exactly what he's going to find at my center.
"Oh, Cara," he coos. "You're so fucking wet. So wet for your master."
I let out another moan and my whole body starts to shake as he groans, his fingers exploring my slit. "Dripping," he says roughly against my cheek. "So fucking wet, such a perfect little toy. Yes, baby.”
"Sir," I manage to get out. "You need to fuck me now, please."
"I think I will," he promises in a low, throaty whisper. "I think I just have to, after you've been such a good little girl for me."
He flips me over, and my face settles against the cool tiles of the pool as Mason pulls my ass up. He pauses for a moment and I wait in anticipation, wiggling my butt at him. The first rope of his spit ands on my butt, sliding down my asshole and towards my pussy. My eyes roll into the back of my head and I moan like a sex-starved nymphomaniac.
"Please, Sir," I beg pathetically. "Inside me, now, please."
His fingers reach for me and he slides them across my mouth, slapping me so lightly it feels like a kiss.
"Stay with me, princess," he orders me. "I want your eyes open and your pussy fucking ready for this."
I mewl as he enters me, his whole cock inside me with a single thrust of his powerful hips. He groans as he fucks me, long, slow, torturous grinding motions against my clit making me go crazy.
He fucks me like his own personal fucktoy, making me into a little slut just like he wanted to all along. And I let him, submitting to him completely and letting him fill every inch of my hole until I feel like I'm ready to fucking burst.
I start talking nonsense, pleases and ohgods slipping from my mouth so easily it makes Mason chuckle. He spanks my ass while his other hand goes to my nipple, and he flicks his fingers against the hardened little nub, hard. It makes me yelp and that makes him swell so much in my cunt I think he's about to rip me apart.
He pulls out suddenly, and I protest at the loss of him with a long moan.
"Jesus fucking shit, princess," he says roughly. "Your sweet little pussy's gaping for me. What a sweet little thing you are."
I push my ass out towards him and he rushes his cock back inside.
"I can't go easy on you anymore," he tells me between thrusts. "I have to fuck you really hard now, sweetheart, and that might hurt a little. Is that okay?"
"Yes," I almost shout my response. "Yes, please, just let me fucking cum for you, Sir."
He groans his release, fucking me so fast his motions are a damn blur through the tears in my eyes. I love crying for him. Love letting those tears fall hard and fast as he claims my tender, swollen little hole.
"Cum with me, princess," he orders me, and I do.
A long moan pushes me over the edge and I feel myself getting so wet something gushes out of my pussy, making his cock slide into me louder and louder. I'm whimpering, not even sure whether I'm sticking to 'Sir' anymore.
He fucks me until he cums with a growl, and then he pulls out his cock to my dismay, and makes it spurt all over my ass. I protest with a loud howl as another orgasm rips through my body, making me tremble in his arms.
Once he's done, Mason reaches for my butt and smears his cum all over my cheeks, making me laugh.
"Dirty girl," he tells me with a big grin on his face.
I open my mouth wide and he lets me suck his cum from his fingers, his dark eyes already plotting what he's going to do to me next.
Seventeen
Cara
The summer is passing slowly, but surely. There's a noticeable chill present in the nighttime, and I've started wearing a cardigan over my dresses when we have dinner on the veranda. I know my time at Mason's place is slowly coming to an end, but neither of us has brought it up yet.
I don't want to admit I'll have to go back to my real life in the fall. Go to one of the colleges I got accepted to and resume life as it used to be. Is that even possible after everything that has happened? I guess I'm about to find out.
I've started sleeping in Mason's room, curled up against his chest with my head resting in the crook of his arm. I like the sense of familiarity between us now, it makes me feel good.
We're getting ready for bed that night and I head to his bedroom earlier, while Mason finishes up some work in the office. I take a long-forgotten paperback from my suitcase and thumb through the pages until I found the chapter where I left off.
I don't remember the moment I doze off, but I wake up with a throbbing headache hours later, the paperback discarded on my chest. Mason's sleeping next to me, his strong body cradling mine. He's put a blanket over me and I smile to myself as my fingers glide over his handsome features.
Then I realize why my head is pounding - there's a loud noise coming from downstairs. Someone's shouting.
Mason stirs awake a moment later, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He looks concerned as he sits up in the bed, extending
an arm to be and rubbing my wrist to comfort me.
"What's going on?" I ask, my voice shaky. "Is someone here?"
"I'll go check it out," he promises me, and I make to get out of the bed at the same time he does, but his firm grip on my arm stops me. "No, you stay here, sweetheart."
I pout at his words but he ignores me, putting on the jeans he'd worn earlier and heading out of the room. I hear his footsteps going down the stairs, and for a moment, everything is quiet. I lie in the bed with my heart pounding and an impending sense of doom. I have a bad feeling about this. Something isn't right.
Just then, I hear a loud crash and more voices being raised. It's enough to get me out of bed.
I slip on a silk robe Mason got me last week, my bare feet shuffling along the floor as I rush out of the room. I don't even bother looking in the mirror, too worried about Mason's safety to worry about my appearance.
I walk downstairs where the noises are coming from. I come to an abrupt stop at the top of the stairs overlooking the front room. There are three figures there, talking in urgent notes, loud and angry voices taking up the whole room.
Mason, Filippe and...
"Dad?"
The word comes out small, like I feel right now. The three man all look towards me standing at the top of the stairs. It is my dad. What the hell is he doing here?
He looks at me, his eyes furious. He takes in my disheveled appearance, and I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear as he stares me down, trying to get some kind of answer from me.
"What the hell?" he asks.
His voice isn't loud, but his tone is pissed. Enough to scare me into blushing.
"Did she come from your fucking room?" My dad glares at Mason, who runs a hand through his hair.
"Calm down, James," Filippe begs my father. "We can sort all of this out, don't worry."
"Sort it out?" My dad laughs bitterly. "I send her to him," he points at Mason, "to show her the country, not the size of his dick!"
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